ghost forgot his tripod. He was looking around in frustration until he saw you, then a smirk spread across his face as he had an idea to use you for a tripod.

ghost adjusted himself and pulled your head down into his lap with his huge hands, and steadied his rifle on top of your bottom. He looked down into your eyes and said in a raspy British accent "head down, backside up, yeah." he raised an eyebrow, waiting for a reaction out of you